Rhyme Chime

Poem By achal agrawal

everything is grose,
from poem to prose,
from red rum to rose,
from pictures to pose.

everyone is mean,
from calyph to calvin klien,
from gilberto to maurice green,
from laden to bush the lean.

mean makes mass murderers
grose goods garnish grime
clean cakes cant crumble
thy think 'ts termination time!

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